Title: Heavens in love
By 星らぶ
A.N.: I don't own anything
Summary: An angel falls in love with a girl from an ancient prophesy. The consequences of their actions will lead to struggle and loss.
Important Note: This is the first story I've ever written; I have posted this story in 2008 on FFnet, under a different account and pen name. If you feel the need to be sure that I am the same person, I can message you a proof (file creation data and the email from FFnet when it was first posted).
The Japanese for this chapter:
王子様Oujisama = prince, お父ちゃまOtouchama = childish way of saying father, すごいSugoi = amazing, お母様Okaasama = mother
The Italian words for this chapter:
Signore : sir, Grazie: thank you
chapter 2: 王子様
"Enough Wind!" she exclaimed in a strong demanding voice. The truth was that she had enough with her Wind angel's refusal of the task, but she was still her favourite angel.
"Wind," she said again calmer this time.
"We need you to take care of this human," she sighed and continued
"What is the matter anyway, you of all angels love humans more than anything." The blond angel sighed deeply; she was kneeling in front of her goddess and she had her head bowed, so the goddess couldn't see her eyes. She couldn't let her goddess know about her fears, about that particular human. The goddess walked to the blonde and kneeled in front of her, took her hand into her own and spoke gently,
"I know it is your first guard-task my child, but you are my best angel, I know you are going to succeed."
The blond angel looked at her goddess' caring gaze and tried to argue again
"But…" she managed.
"No buts," the goddess cut her.
"You have to guard this human and that is an order, you are an angel for heaven's sake, you have nothing to be scared about." The goddess knew that the only way to make this stubborn angel to do the task was to turn it into an order. The blonde sighed deeply one more time.
"As you order, my goddess," she couldn't refuse an order; it also seemed pointless to argue about it, since her goddess had misunderstood her fears anyway. She stood up bowed and left.
The blonde took her flight back to her castle, while mumbling to herself.
"Idiot, idiot, idiot! Of course goddess misunderstood, you had never spoken your fears to her. And face it you are the biggest idiot of all; how can you possibly fear that some silly human myth could be true?" As her battle with her inner thoughts never found a winner, she had reached her castle.
"Aaarrrrg! Why goddess had to pick that human for me to guard?" The blond angel was trying to forget her worries; it was true that she never stopped looking at the aqua haired little girl since its birth, but it was one thing to watch from up there, and completely different thing to watch after her from close by, for the rest of the girl's life. She sighed deeply as she got lost in her memories of the past few human years looking at the girl.
After the funeral of the twenty-two years old Ayaki, that Viktor decided to have it in Cremona; he stayed there for the next six months, to learn from the midwife how to take care of the baby properly. After a lot of thinking, he decided that his lover was his most precious person in his life, and he wanted to honour her in every possible way.
He gave Ayaki's last name to their baby girl, and he travelled back to Japan, so he could raise her as a Japanese girl, who would grow to be a noble young woman; a true lady. Now Michiru was nearly five years old. She and Viktor had started travelling again. He wanted to show the world to Michiru, as he had done with Ayaki.
"Otouchama, otouchama, I want to see mommy!" said Michiru one day to Viktor in all her innocence. It was then, Viktor decided, it was time to pay a visit to Ayaki; it was time to go back to Cremona once again. That was how they started travelling in the first place.
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The blond angel was thinking ways to be close to the girl, but she couldn't find any. She started gazing at them again. It was March the 4th, 1701; father and daughter were in Cremona, in two days time Michiru would turn five, so Viktor had said to Michiru that they would go to see Ayaki, on her birthday. But Viktor also wanted to give a special gift to Michiru.
The angel was watching them; it was almost night time; Viktor and Michiru were walking fast.
"Otouchama, where are we going?" said the little girl between giggles.
"I have to speak with a friend, princess," said Viktor. Indeed he had met with Antonio five years ago, and they had become good friends. They were outside of a store with violins, it was Antonio's.
Michiru was staring at the instruments.
"Otouchama, what is that? It is so beautiful," said the girl with wide eyes and her mouth agape. Viktor smiled, he knew that Mchiru would love the violin.
"That's a musical instrument princess, it's called the violin, would you like to have one?" said Viktor and kneeled to pick up his enthusiastic daughter, who was giggling and blushing and clapping her hands happily.
"Are you saying it for real, otouchama?" asked the little girl.
"If you promise to learn how to play it," Viktor teased her and Michiru blushed and nodded her head.
"All right then, lets go inside," Viktor stepped into the store with his daughter in his arms; he went straight to the counter and asked the boy,
"Is Antonio here?"
"Uh, no signore, signore Antonio has his dinner at the moment. He is in the tavern across the street, it is called 'Villa'," said the boy and pointed with his finger over Victor's shoulder.
"Grazie," replied Viktor and left the store. They found the tavern and few minutes later Viktor and Michiru ordered some food for dinner. Viktor haven't seen Antonio though, until he heard some voices arguing.
"You'll see one day the whole world will be talking about my instruments," exclaimed the man.
"Antonio, you dirty alchemist, the way you make your instruments is a blasphemy," said the other man. Antonio made a sarcastic face and laughed.
"Ha! We will see about that Stefano, we will see when I'll be the most famous man in the world and you will kiss asses just to sell one violin," Stefano was ready to explode but he had been stopped by a figure that spoke to Antonio.
"Antonio Stradivari, you little worm, I was looking for you and I see you still piss off everyone around you," said Viktor between laughs and hugged his friend.
"Viktor!" exclaimed Antonio in surprise.
"Where the hell have you been my friend?"
"I'm a father, Antonio," said Viktor proudly as Antonio looked at the table and saw a blushing, shy little girl, looking at him.
"Is that your daughter? She is adorable!" said Antonio
"So you said you wanted to see me?"
"Yes!"
"Let's talk outside, then." suggested Antonio and Viktor nodded; he then turned to his daughter,
"Princess, stay here for a moment, eat your food and I'll be right back, ok?"
The girl nodded and sighed as she saw her father going out.
The blonde didn't like that tavern and she didn't like the fact that Viktor left Michiru alone. She had a really bad feeling about this. The girl didn't feel comfortable without her father close to her.
'And how could she feel comfortable with all these eyes staring at her like that?' thought the blonde, then she saw a movement and she gasped; five men, with strange faces and wicked grins, started walking towards the little girl.
Michiru started shivering and cuddled in her chair. One man spoke
"Hey, young lady," he said in a weird tone.
"Leave me alone," came a little voice, barely a whisper. The man then grabbed her shoulder
"Aww, that's harsh young lady, we only want to keep you company," said the rude man in a threatening voice.
"Leave me alone," manage the little girl between sobs; she was terrified, but she couldn't scream.
The angel was trying to think fast; she had to react, she had to save her; then it hit her
"That's it, I have seen it in the opera, it will be easy enough," she transported herself into a dark area of the tavern; she had transformed into human clothes and she was holding a sword. She had also made her wings invisible. For such times, she loved her ability to use magic. She immediately jumped between the rude man and the girl and slapped the hand that dared to touch the little girl's shoulder and pointed her sword to them as she said in low dangerous voice,
"She said to leave her alone, how can you disobey a lady's request, you have no honour."
"And who are you suppose to be?" said the rude man sarcastically.
"I…um…I am her…prince, yes I'm her prince!" said the blonde, then she turned picked up the girl and placed her standing on the top of the table,
"Are you ok princess?" she asked the little girl with the aqua hair; the girl nodded and smiled to her saviour.
The blonde turned to face the rude men again,
"Are you willing to taste my blade?" she said in that low voice of hers. The rude men saw that the blonde was serious and the four of them stepped back; their leader seeing that he was left alone, he made an annoying sound and spoke,
"Calm down…prince," he mocked, making the blonde hiss,
"Get lost!" the man waved his hands in defeat and stepped back to his table without another word. Then she turned and looked at the, now giggling, little girl.
"Are you alright, my lady?" said the angel as she kneeled to one knee and took the girl's hand and placed a gentle kiss on it. The girl giggled a little more and she said "Are you really my oujisama?" the angel smiled,
"Of course I am, and you my lady, you are my princess."
"For real, for real?" asked the girl again.
"For real" nodded the blonde.
"Sugoi" said the girl and giggled.
"Oujisama, you are so beautiful," said the girl and brushed few blond strands over the angel's forehead. The angel blushed lightly as the girl took a good look at her. She was wearing tight knee length pants, a white buttoned shirt and a fabulous coat over it; it was knee length and she had it buttoned only around her waist; she was also wearing a nice scarf, just like a true prince.
The girl giggled again at the blushed prince in front of her, she leaned and placed a light innocent kiss on her prince's lips, and then she stood back, bursting into giggles again and blushing deeply. The blonde had frozen there,
"What…" she couldn't really speak, that little girl had kissed her; even if it was the most innocent kiss, it was so…so indescribable; finally she found her words and asked
"Why did you kiss me?" her eyes still wide open and her mouth agape.
"Because I like you oujisama," came the answer and then a second kiss found its way to the angel's cheek this time. The blonde blushed really deeply, she couldn't believe it.
"Will you be my oujisama for ever?" asked the little girl.
"I will, princess," said the angel without thinking about it.
"Yatta!" said the girl loudly and jumped into the angel's arms without warning. She hugged her so tightly that the angel found it hard to breath.
"You are so soft oujisama, and you smell so nice." The blonde couldn't really speak; she stayed there and thought,
'How could I be afraid of this little princess, she is harmless.'
Meanwhile, outside the tavern, Viktor and Antonio had a talk.
"Antonio you know money is not a problem for me, I just want to have it in two days for her birthday," said Viktor.
"Don't worry Viktor, it's a deal and I'll make something extraordinary only for your daughter," said Antonio with a smile on his face.
"What is this ruckus?" said Viktor and turned to move inside the tavern, but Antonio stopped him.
"It's a tavern Viktor, it is suppose to be loud,"
"But my daughter is inside!"
"No buts, see, no ruckus anymore," said Antonio.
"Well, what time will you have it finished?" asked Viktor,
"Around these time in two days," replied Antonio
"Now go to your daughter, silly little father," joked Antonio
"I'll see you in two days." said Viktor and stepped inside the tavern only to see his daughter hugging a young man.
The blonde saw Viktor and stood up with Michiru in her arms.
"Oujisama, are you an angel?" asked the girl; the angel froze one more time. The little girl continued,
"I know you are, but don't worry I won't tell, it's our secret. Oujisama I had seen you watching me when I was inside my mommy."
"Michiru, who is this," asked Viktor with a killer gaze on the blonde, catching his daughter's attention.
"Otouchama, this is my oujisama!" Came the answer. Now Michiru was standing on the chair and the blonde was bowing in front of Viktor,
"Sir!" she said and started walking to the door.
"Oujisama, where are you going?" Came the question in a very sad tone.
"I have to go princess. Now you have your father back," said the angel.
"But, oujisama, will I see you again?" asked the girl again.
"Dream of me princess and I'll always be close to you," said the blonde and left.
"Oujisama, oujisama…I don't even know your name…" the girl started loudly but in the end of the sentence it was only a whisper, as her smile disappeared and a single tear ran down her redden cheek. Viktor couldn't say anything, he was totally lost. "Otouchama, can we leave? I don't like to be it here,"
"Of course princess, lets go, but will you tell me what happened?" said Viktor as he picked up his baby girl and hugged her tightly; Michiru was so sad and he needed to know why, what was all this "oujisama" anyway. They went straight to their apartment.
The little girl wanted to cry a river, but she wasn't the only one. Two sparkling green eyes were in tears as well; the blond angel felt such loneliness and emptiness, and sadness, when she left the little girl behind. She just flew into the night sky to her castle, in her full nudeness and with her wings exposed, but she didn't care.
On their way home, Michiru looked up in the sky and she saw… she saw her angel. A big grin appeared on her face and she didn't want to cry anymore.
'I knew you were an angel oujisama, I love you oujisama,' thought the girl and giggled.
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The angel had reached her castle and now she couldn't keep her thoughts away from the aqua haired girl.
"She kissed me," said the angel and touched her lips with her fingers.
"She kissed me twice," another pause in her voice as she touched her cheek this time. "And she hugged me, and told me, she likes me and that she knew I was an angel, how could she know?" she sighed deeply.
"But it felt so nice, so good, so magical, human kisses feel so magical, I can't believe that I've been kissed, my first kiss, it felt so amazing," the blond just stopped talking and decided to get lost in her thoughts instead.
Back in the apartment, Viktor broke the silence.
"Ok, young lady, it's time to tell me what happened earlier and who was that person you were hugging," said Viktor with a raised eyebrow.
"My oujisama," said Michiru between giggles.
"And oujisama jumped between me and the rude men and protected me," the girl took a breath and continued
"And then I kissed oujisama, I'm oujisama's princess now!"
"You what?" exclaimed Viktor!
"You kissed him?" the girls giggles was the only answer and Viktor thought,
'What happened to this girl? She is always so shy around strangers, when did she become so carefree?'
"And it's a secret, but oujisama is a girl," the girl giggled in her words.
"I kind of knew she was a girl, but when I hugged her I was totally sure," the girl blushed at the thought of her feeling the other girl's chest. She placed her hands in front of her mouth and started giggling uncontrollable. Viktor shook his head
'Ayaki, at times like this I miss you the most, my love,' he thought as he couldn't comment anything else to his five year old.
"Time to bed young lady," Viktor said and picked up the girl undressed her and placed her under covers. He kissed her goodnight and left for his own bed.
Two days later.
Today was Michiru's birthday, and Viktor had promised his daughter to visit Ayaki. They picked up white roses from the florist and went to the cemetery. The angel watched them again and remembered, how Viktor had raised his daughter, how he spoke about Ayaki all the time, with so much love; all the love he couldn't show to his lover anymore, he just shared it with the little girl. Michiru had learned to love her mother. Viktor had done a great job with the girl.
At the grave the little girl placed the roses on the marble and bowed; then she started talking
"Okaasama, I wish you were here, I miss you so much," the girl pouted, but then she changed her mood and giggled.
"Okaasama, I met my oujisama, she is so beautiful."
'She? How does she now?' thought the angel, but she ignored it and focused on the little girl's words again.
"Oujisama, saved me from the rude men one night, and I kissed oujisama, and I love her," the girl giggled,
"I feel my heart beating fast and butterflies in my belly, when I think of oujisama, it is love I know it is, because otouchama told me that, this is how real love feels like," she had a wide grin on her face as she finished her long monologue. Viktor slapped his forehead and shook his head.
'She is too smart for her own good,' he thought.
The blonde on the other hand was speechless; she repeated the girl's words in her mind again and again.
"She loves me…" the angel just opened her white wings and flew away. What she was feeling was indescribable. A human said that…that she loved her. That was huge, even for the angel of the wind.
Back on earth Viktor and Michiru were walking to Antonio's store. Viktor wanted to buy a violin for Michriu and it had to be special, because it was for her birthday. Antonio Stradivari's Stradivarius violins were already famous in whole Italy, for their exceptional sound. Antonio used a unique way to make his violins; he did something with the wood but Viktor didn't understand much about those things, he just wanted the best violin for his daughter.
When they finally reached the store, they got inside and there Antonio waited for them with a grin on his face. He looked at the birthday girl and then at Viktor
"I have it," he simply said.
"It's a masterpiece, it is also left handed, it sounds better and it will be the only left handed I ever made, only for this adorable young lady!" he smiled once more and turned to pick up the violin and placed it in the little girl's hands. The girl felt extremely happy with the present.
"This is not just a Stradivarius, it is 'The Stradivarius' my friend, I used a new method on it and it just came out as a masterpiece!" Viktor was truly thankful.
Michiru placed the Stradivarius under her right chin took the bow with her left hand and ran it over the sensitive strings. It was a simple note but Antonio and Viktor found themselves speechless.
'How could a five year old play for the first time and didn't make the violin scream?' they both thought as they exchanged glances.
"Otouchama, I love it!" giggled the little girl.
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footnote: Antonio Stradivari was a Real Life person. He is the man who made the famous Stradivarius violins.
A/N: Sorry for the delay, I was unwell these past days, next chapter will be up tomorrow.
Thank you all for Reading and Reviewing.
Dear Guest no1: The story you are talking about in your review is, this exact story you are reading, as I said in my Author Note, I wrote this story back in 2008 and posted under a different account (which I had to delete because of personal reasons).